Labor Day Weekend

So if you know me, you know how I spent my childhood teenage, and many of my adult years.
I spent them watching the Jerry Lewis Muscular Dystrophy Telethon.  I have NO shame.
I would spend the night with my cousins and we would attempt to stay awake all night.  I had a mad crush on Brett Hudson, (Kate Hudson's defunct uncle) and he appeared in the seventies.  There were always appearances by the superstars, Sinatra, Sammy Davis Jr. and of course, Jerry himself.  There was a surprise when Dean Martin surprised Jerry after many years of being estranged, and Maureen McGovern would always sing, and she is a really good singer.
It was a tradition.
When Zachary was young, I turned him on, and we would hang all night...in a pile on the floor, with Telethon Snacks.  I didn't care one bit if it was the snacks or the Telethon that we were both looking forward to.
Regan & Lucas caught on...they didn't really ever hang, but Lucas would try.  Rosey really never got a chance.
I miss the Telethon.  I miss that super fun memory that was so silly.  I always pledged. I always counted my blessings.
Today I wanted to spend a minute remembering that time, that "thing" that was "my thing".
I remember one particular Labor Day weekend when Zachary had moved to NY for Acting School.
He flew in to meet us in Charleston and we rented a condo at the Wild Dunes.  The condo was really good, and it had a great screened in room with a big t.v. Zachary indulged me and we piled up cushions and pillows and we hung out on that porch.  We didn't stay awake, we probably didn't try.
I don't think that was the year Elton John opened with "I'm Still Standing" (poor choice, considering...well everything) but it was the last time I remember being with Zachary in the Telethon Bubble we would create.
MDA had a falling out with Jerry Lewis, so that isn't a thing anymore.
I miss it.
I miss a lot of things.
I miss being able to stay up all night with people I love, cuddled up in sleeping bags, eating snacks and waiting for the acts to get better.
It is okay to miss things, it means they were special.